[ Gloved fingers fit between hers with little resistance, though the warmth of any contact in this frigid hellscape is starkly contrasting, something he wants to hold onto. He's polite in his grasp and follows along, not wanting to slow her down.
In short time the veil of white welcomes them to a small cabin. There's camping supplies outside; a small fire pit, a small wood pile, and maybe some other dilapidated provisions that would take time in the cold to search.
Up the cabin steps, Bricks lets go of her hand only to help pull the sliding door open. He's not terribly strong, but this place is old, weathered and the door slides open without much fuss. ]
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In short time the veil of white welcomes them to a small cabin. There's camping supplies outside; a small fire pit, a small wood pile, and maybe some other dilapidated provisions that would take time in the cold to search.
Up the cabin steps, Bricks lets go of her hand only to help pull the sliding door open. He's not terribly strong, but this place is old, weathered and the door slides open without much fuss. ]